This post was approved by Kiwi. I wouldn’t dare share an Indian recipe without his buy-in.

When I first mentioned “butter chicken,” he hesitated. And at “sliders,” he raised his eyebrows, as if to say—“could you be any whiter, my love?”

But who can resist a pile of slow-cooked shredded chicken piled high on a soft slider bun? Not Kiwi, certainly. And once he got over the whiteness of it all, he was on board and full of ideas: “oh, it would be great with a little mango chutney and some sliced red onions….oh and cilantro…definitely cilantro”. Continue Reading →

If Kiwi and I have one more argument about bathroom fixtures or kitchen countertops, it might be the end of us. Seriously who would have thought that our views on solid surface building materials could be so darn divisive? Our last conversation ended abruptly with my plea to “stop talking about this or I’m going to cry”. Truthfully I was already on the verge—tears welling up in my eyes as I pictured our marriage falling apart over a tile tiff.

I’ve been on a bit of a chicken quest this past month. I feel like we eat a lot of chicken around here, and I am getting bored with cooking (and eating) the usual standbys.

I do wonder if it’s maybe less of a chicken thing than a winter thing. You know how you greet October by roasting and stewing and slow-cooking and braising the heck out of everything in sight, and then by January you would be happy if you never looked at another stew for the rest of your life? Stew fatigue. It’s a thing. Continue Reading →